I’m really envious of those people who don’t have the responsibility of being a cat owner. I’m moving out of home in a few weeks and I’ve had to make the hardest decision to leave Salem behind. He was born and raised at this house. It’s really not fair to drag him to a new place, somewhere completely foreign with new rules. Still, it hurts so much. I feel like my heart is breaking into little pieces. I know mum’ll look after him but it won’t be the same as me looking after him. Will he think I’ve abandoned him? Will he wonder where his little brother and sister have gone and why he’s still here? I wish I could know what he wanted. Whether he wanted to risk it and come and try in a place so foreign. Instead I have to make this decision for him, and I can’t help but feel like I’m tossing him away.
I’ve never let any of my pets go. Having to have Oscar put to sleep almost destroyed me. And now here I have this vibrant young cat who I have to leave behind. Taking him with me, expecting him to endure new rules, a new house, everything would be foreign to him. He would have to change everything. Blossom and Jacob are full inside cats. And Monty, I’ve no doubt has been in town before. So he’d know what it’s like. He’s only outside in the day so there’s not as much to worry about. Salem is in and out whenever he feels like it. He couldn’t do that in this new place.
This is going to be a very hard time for me. I don’t see the tears stopping any time soon. I just hope I’m doing the right thing. I wish I could get him to understand that it would be selfish of me to bring him. This is his home. It’s where he was born. It’s where he should stay. It’s just unfortunate that I no longer can stay with him L